Ellen's eyes blazed with hatred as she stared at the pale woman before her. "You monsters are so damn annoying, you know that?" She spat, nocking another arrow with fluid precision. "You just make me want to put a hole through your heads even more."
Lilith's smile didn't waver. "By all means, try." Her voice was soft, almost kind. "Though I wonder whose head will sprout holes first."
Sovereign Silk erupted from Lilith's fingers in a spreading web that filled the space around Ellen. Threads crisscrossed in complex patterns, weaving a cage of nearly invisible strands that slowly contracted, shrinking Ellen's available space inch by inch.
Ellen's eyes darted, tracking the threads, calculating angles. She loosed an arrow—it sliced through two threads, but three more replaced them instantly. Another arrow, another gap—closed just as fast.
